Open | Eternity in an hour... or three days.

[opiate_visions]

Isaac arrived three days earlier.

He had numbly followed the instructions on the PDA and holed himself up in his apartment for three days to try and swallow the hysteria. He was too sober to cope with this on top of everything else and total isolation was the only way he knew how to cope in the absence of his favourite addiction.

Now, he's decided to put on his big boy pants and actually go out and try and find out if this is Heaven, Hell or something far weirder.

Judging by the profusion of roses and clover, he's going for far weirder right now.


(OOC: Hello and please come and help/harass Isaac Mendez, formerly of Heroes and coming from his death at the end of season one!)

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I am sorry, I had no phone or net until yesterday afternoon!

[opiate_visions]

"I found a place. I've been holed up for three days, mostly going insane and screaming a lot." He feels no shame for his break down. He's had a long six weeks.

"Not dead."

Urgh. D: No worries!

[apprenticemusketeer]

Not dead, but really, the screaming and going insane sounds quite terrible; that shows on d'Artagnan's face. "I ... well, I hope you are feeling better?"

[opiate_visions]

Isaac gives a wry smile and tilts his head. "Well, you know, I'm lucid and outside, so that should count for something. And I still remember how to speak English, French and Spanish, so if I'm still insane, at least I'm remembering my education and insane."

[apprenticemusketeer]

"... right."

Perhaps a change of topic is due. "What is it like where you are from, monsieur? Very much like this?"

[opiate_visions]

"Um..." He looked around.

"Sort of? I come from a city called New York, in America. Most recently, anyway. It's a lot bigger and dirtier and busier than this. There's traffic day and night. They call it the city that never sleeps, which is pretty true. There's eight million people live in her, give or take." He doesn't know how to really use words to explain her. "I'm not... a word person. Really. I'm a painter."

[apprenticemusketeer]

"A painter." Well, that's impressive. d'Artagnan grins. "And is that what you do here as well? Paint?"

[opiate_visions]

"I don't know." He tugs on his hair briefly, an old anxious tic. "I've only been here three days."

It's dawning on him that he can never leave here. Even if he's not dead, going back through that door is a death sentence for him. "I'm going to have to work it out, I guess."

[apprenticemusketeer]

"As are we all," d'Artagnan reminds him. Of course, his love of Lucrezia makes that easier, most certainly. "Perhaps, monsieur, I could commission of you a portrait?"

[opiate_visions]

"Me?" He's from a world which doesn't value painters the same way that d'Artagnan's world does. "I mean, yes, but I'd need to find where I can get supplies. Get money for supplies. Crap. But yes! I can do a commission. What of?"

[apprenticemusketeer]

"Of the most beautiful woman," d'Artagnan replies, his eyes shining. "Fair and kind and of a lustrous beauty that puts all others to shame. I have a few coins." He draws them from his pockets, offering them over. "If these should help get what you need?"

[opiate_visions]

Ah. He's in love. Isaac gives him a slightly fond smile. "Well, we can find out what the local currency is, if there's art supplies and you're going to have to rustle up either this young lady of yours or her likeness."

[apprenticemusketeer]

"I will happily escort Lucrezia to where you would wish to paint her. Or I can escort you to her rooms," d'Artagnan says with a bright smile. "When will you paint her?" He makes sure to put the coin's in Isaac's hand.

[opiate_visions]

Isaac gives him the coin back. "I need to find out if there's any supplies in this place. Don't give me money until I know if it's even possible."

[apprenticemusketeer]

What sort of place would this be if there were not supplies for artists? d'Artagnan frowns at the idea.

"You will contact me, then? When you are ready?"

[opiate_visions]

"Yeah, I'll contact you. You have a PDA, right?" He could only assume. He pulls his from his pocket. "One of these?"

[apprenticemusketeer]

Pulling the thing from his pocket, d'Artagnan nods. Yes, he has that. "This is a 'PDA'?" What does that even mean?

[opiate_visions]

"That's it. Here, let me have a look." Isaac holds out a hand. "I'll find your number, put it into mine, send you a message so you have my details."

[apprenticemusketeer]

"All right ... " d'Artagnan agrees because it's all Greek to him after all. "But you will paint the portrait, yes? You ... you will, yes?"

[opiate_visions]

"I'll paint the portrait if I can. How big do you want it?" He's flicking through, looking at the details and eventually finding the home number. He puts it into his phone and then sends a message to d'Artagnan.

"Okay, I'm going to put myself in here as Isaac. So you just push that and the green thing here, right? And that will call me. And you can talk to me by holding this to your ear." He shows him. "Okay?"

[apprenticemusketeer]

How strange.

For a moment, d'Artagnan is distracted by the question: how big does he want the portrait to be? "As large as you can. As tall as she is? As beautiful? I - " Yes, that's what he would like.

But he takes the "PDA" and looks at what Isaac tells him to look at, the green button, then holding this small thing to his ear. How very remarkable.

[opiate_visions]

"Life size. Right. That's... going to take a while." A long while. A long, long while. "You sure you don't want a miniature, that you can carry with you?"

It would at least take less materials, and Isaac's used to working on a smaller scale than "life sized". But if he really wants the big one...

[apprenticemusketeer]

Isaac might realize at some point that d'Artagnan isn't quite in his right mind when it comes to Lucrezia. The madness of the roses has clouded his mind. "Might I have both?" he asks, looking nearly angelically hopeful for such a thing.

[opiate_visions]

Isaac is starting to get that impression. "Both. Huh. She's your... intended?"

[apprenticemusketeer]

"Surely, she is much too noble and kind for me," d'Artagnan sighed. "Though I would happily spend the rest of my days making her happy."

[opiate_visions]

"Okaaay." Isaac folded his arms over his chest. "What is your relationship with this astoundingly beautiful example of womanhood?"